• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Mad Crew - KRS-One
• Maaad Crew - Method Man
• Might Cry - Tank

Intro:
So in the clubs I get (mad)
On the mic I get (mad)
On the beats I get (mad)
Chorus:
I got the
(Mad, mad crew up in the house)
I'm wit the
I be chillin' wit the
I'm rollin' wit the
Verse One:
See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
Wack, underpriveledged MCs think they can see Kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the TV show "Taxi," and I ain't Lotka
I break an MC off proper, yo don't check me
Ask your Moms and Pops, yo they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' NOTHIN'
You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"
I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
You're rated PG
Again I win when I begin
I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend
I don't bend
I ravage and damage
I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses
Hot flashes, your style's with trash's
Stay out of my classes, PUNK
Stay out of my classes - yo
Chorus:
Verse Two:
Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
So here's a quick freestyle to my target:
My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market!
'Cause I spark it, styles I loanshark it
Then break your legs if you try to chart it
I got heart, it
Doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get wit it
Some MCs can't rock for five minutes
Sorry, that's not the way to approach me
Use caution
I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often
You probably don't know this:
I give birth to MCs
And I also give abortions
I'll do a number to your body structure
You look like supper
And I'm that _hungry_ motherfucker!
You don't wanna be on the menu!
I'll end you, twist you up and bend you
Like Gestapo
Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco
No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
That's why dem challenge me, jah man you know dem challenge trouble
Me are number one of me there is no double!
And you don't want no trouble
'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double
Chorus
Verse Three:
Check
Me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
KRS-One in a party, man me do me own ting
Nuff MC test, but you don't hear vowel one
All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up
We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
Any DJ they want my title filled, no way now man step up
But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
This ain't no game upon the mic
Me bring the noise to you like Chuck
Chorus:
Kid Capri got the
Gang Starr got the
Ill Will got the

Yo yo yo yo
We "Push Weight" with Ice Cube's in a cup
(AmeriKKKa's) Most Wanted
Police pin it up
(Alaza an a)
Thug passion brotha what
Bloatin gettin a girl preganant
Off a finger aaaaahhhhh
Doc da code name
Murgin proclaims off the lot
(We can die)
Yeah i'm takin full blame
I'm hard headed cat fitted for rythmes
I touch up your shapper when Doc spit on the ??
What it is my brotha
(Gonna live my brotha)
How you live my brotha
(Real civilized brotha)
I'm not fryed Jaul when i walk the streets
I rock wit da 4 cds
Chin checks in effect
Catch red
(Put him in a yokes snap his neck)
Mr. M.E.F
(The bigheads is at it again)
Bone shattering, beat battering me
Scattering like roaches
Blessin with the over dosage of black black
(Say goodbye you got no class)
Ship sinkin fast
(Bon Voyage)
Cya at the bottom when i spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm i got um
Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my sis?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
I got whacha need
And you got what i need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house
Yo wassup my brotha?
Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
What up now sis?
You got what i need
I got what you need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house
Yo Yo doggs its my Fort Doc
Shot wit vaults until death news can talk
Cripple kids can walk
My style will show guns what it is to spark
Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports but i'll walk
If your not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gordy metal for those who act fool
Big fish in da water and we hard to harpoon
I'm like open wounds pourin iodine
Messin wit us is like saving "Private Ryan"
You acting out a line now you lying, dying
Wash my evil hands in the fire hydrant
Yeah Girl! My kahuna's hooked up in da harnass
Flying through hard knock life is still torn
My ropes poped in Chicago i hit the floor then
Got up and woke up wit a burn in the morning
Aiyyo we mo phat then down south trash
And you know dat
With fomat blow the welcome of our door mat.
Toes tapped
Now the helified sound
Why your town off the road map
Baby mess around
I propose that, you go and get your crew and get the bozac too
Def squad Wu
Or just slave to the rivrim
Clinton is the prez i still voted for cherly chism
Poison is venom my philosophy is busyism
The most beautiful is ??
Minutes as usawal, play your corner
Swingin the ghetto pharmasuiticals the Methadonna
Or the old Flinstone chewables and mary mary mary
So dont ever say i didnt warn ya
And i dont wanna be the one to stick the doggs on ya
Ruuugh
I'm still ghetto, i rhyme ghetto, my peoples ghetto
Pants and saggy teeth yellow
Now thats what i call grimy
A million crazy kids behind me
Killa hills 10304 is where you'll find me
If your lookin baby i'm right here!
Cmon down!
Wassup my brotha?
Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
Wassup now sis?
Aiyyo you got what i need
I got whatcha need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house
Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Wassup now sis?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
I got whacha need
Aiyyo you got what i need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house
Yo Crew up in da house
Yo Yo Crew up in da house
We got Crew up in da house
We got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house
WKYA
Where all my peoples at that love hip hop??
Make some noise!
I'll cya'll
I'll cya'll
Throw your ones up in the air like this so everybody can see um
And when i say hip hop......ya'll say one love!
Hip hop!
One love!
Hip hop
One love!
Hip hop!

Verse 1:
Listen I know you ain't goin' trip over somethin' you heard now you can't take my word baby that really hurts I know I've done my wrong but that ain't been me in so long but it keeps messin' up our home won't the past leave us alone (sometimes when you by yourself) you think about what we been through (sometimes when you by yourself) you think I'm the same ol dude (I hear you talkin') but listen to me (I see you walkin') oh baby don't leave I'll do what a man don't do just to make you see
Chorus:
Girl I know a man ain't suppose 2 cry but I think I might cause love is on the line cause baby if I lose you I might die I'm trying hard 2 fight it but I think I might I might cry
Verse 2:
I know I should have called & said I was goin' be late naw it wasn't no date hold up baby just wait I was drinkin' yea so what can a nigga have a drink at the club we talked & we laugh but nothin' else happen cause (sometimes when you by yourself) you think about what we been through (sometimes when you by yourself) you think I'm the same ol dude (I hear you talkin') but listen to me (I see you walkin') oh baby don't leave I'll do what a man don't do just to make you see
Chorus:
Girl I know a man ain't suppose 2 cry but I think I might cause love is on the line cause baby if I lose you I might die I'm trying hard 2 fight it but I Vamp:
Now see baby it ain't what it look like let me tell you what it is shit gettin' real tricky up in here bout to break me down to tears for I know it's hard for you to see that I changed for you & me & even if I got to cry that's what it's gonna be
Chorus:
Girl I know a man ain't suppose 2 cry but I think I might cause love is on the line cause baby if I lose you I might die I'm trying hard 2 fight it but I think I might I might cry
Vamp outro:
(I might) down on my knees (I might) beggin' you please (I might) oh baby don't leave (I might) baby I'm sorry (baby I'm sorry) (I might) baby I'm sorry (baby I'm sorry) I won't break your heart no more (cry) won't break your heart no more (cry) so baby I might cry I might cry I just might cry (oh o oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Fade out